Thursday, 15 November 2018

I saw this pop quiz on a couple of other blogs recently and decided it might be a fun offering for my little part of the web.

What movie moment/scene popped you right in the button? Whatever emotion that was evoked, be it laughter, awe, tears, fascination, etc and etc.

To get the ball bouncing, here are some movie moments that did it for me:

Dirty Harry (1971) The monologue discussing the .357 and how many bullets remained..."Well, do you punk?"

Star Wars (my original viewing in 1977) - seeing the Millennium Falcon jump to hyperspace. After umpteen SF books describing "jump to hyperspace" there it was on the big screen.

Arsenic and Old Lace (1944) When Mortimer Brewster (Grant) and Johnathan Brewster (Massey) both madly leap to keep the lid on the window seat closed, securing the dark secret of the contents within. The dawning comprehension and deduction on Grant's face is priceless.

Superman: the Movie (1978) Superman's first appearance. "Don't worry, miss, I've got you." "You've got me? Who's got you?!?" And then the subsequent string of super deeds keeps me smiling.I'd suggest keeping your offering to three or four moments. Otherwise, you'll discover an hour or three of your day evaporated in memory, research and list-making.

Monday, 12 November 2018

There are editors and publishers who take that precept as literal writing law.They have a needle-point rendition hanging on their wall, and gesture to it when discussing manuscripts with authors.

They are, of course, far too literal and narrow of vision.

People who cling to the literal rule would apparently wheel a wood-chipper into a bookstore and, beginning with the science fiction and fantasy section, work their way thru all the genres of westerns, mysteries, horror and so on, heaving every book into the hopper until nothing but retellings of “Death of a Salesman” remained.Oh, so treasured would be the books written by former skydiving firefighter spies who could turn a decent phrase.All the other books would come from people like us, with generally mundane work resumes.Yawn.

The loophole lies in the word “know”.Literalists take it to mean “what you’ve smelled with your own nose, seen with your own eyes, what you’ve cried over, what you’ve laughed at”.Since we do have all those examples of fiction on the shelves, a larger number of people understand “know” also means “what you’ve learned thru intense research”.As the story goes sailing off to Barsoom or Middle Earth, the research is buoyed up on a surging sea of imagination.(Or, the dinghy of imagination must be buoyed up on the sparkling lake of research.That might be more accurate.)Studying, reading, interviews and collating all that new information is now what “you know”.

Perhaps that is the new definition of “mainstream fiction” - the easier it is to research and interview for facts to fill in the gaps in the author’s personal knowledge, the more “mainstream”.The genre ripples outwards, probably requiring the author to leave their social circle of contacts to find police detectives, ranchers or combat veterans to interview, or to find credible books written by same.Further yet, now finding books and people who know the profession as it was a generation or two generations ago.And further back into history means the interviews are now with historians, and then archaeologists and palaeontologists.Now it’s bits and pieces that must stitched together by extrapolation and imagination.Astrophysicists and astronomers and chemists provide facts and their own imaginations and speculations alongside your own.Finally, you’re in the heady genre realm of “making it plausible to the reader”, because nobody knows for sure.

That “plausibility” is still the slender link back to “write what you know”.Too many lazy authors think “It’s a scene where a dragon is talking to a little manlike creature about a magic ring”…why do I have to care a sniff about “research”??Only if you want to write a compelling story of any merit.

How far afield have you gone in your writings?When did personal experiences need to be supplemented by a goodly portion of research?

Tuesday, 7 August 2018

Wednesday, 1 August 2018

I've been lazy. Not just in blog entries, but in proper writing. It's not entirely due procrastination or being bone idle, but there is too much of those elements among the solid reasons.

Deadlines are the only answer, but establishing a deadline with "teeth" is almost impossible without Supreme Cosmic Willpower or an outside agency with sufficient influence to catch my attention.

The additional wrinkle is few people want the responsibility of being the "bad guy". They don't want to be the whip-cracker as any overt duty, possibly having me become resentful of their nagging.

It's a conundrum.

However, I've managed to do this twice.

The first time was with my 8-year old niece. She asked about the status of my book (my first effort ever at the time). I said I had not been doing much on it lately. She was confused and horrified. "Why not?" I went to answer and, looking into those big innocent eyes, found that the usual adult bullshit reasons about life being too busy would *not* fly at all. I arranged that she would be my editor and check to make sure I wrote five pages a week. We shook hands before witnesses. No consequences beyond seeing my procrastinating lazy ass reflected in those disappointed eyes. Finished that book before the summer ended.

The second time was more consciously developed. My girlfriend (now wife) and I established that if I didn't do a minimum of five pages a week, I'd have to watch a musical with her, AND be a happy date. I _hate_ musicals. Again, this proved excellent incentive. I lasted a couple of months before outside, realio-trulio pressures tripped me up. A deal is a deal and went to Hairspray with a smile on my face thru out the experience. Fortunately, I had already developed enough momentum to finish that book as well.

WELL, it's time to cast about for a Third Arrangement. My writing groups provide incentive, but we only meet once per month. That is not enough. I need to get some major keeness on my ass.